Monday, July 5, 2010

Grace Elaine

a baby who never sees the light
a mother who aches to hold her child

the miracle of conception,
the joy of life
cut short

the thoughts
that in my head sound comforting
find their way to my heart
where they echo in cacophony
and bring no warmth

tears fall in the dark

i hear a still, small voice
experience a sudden sense of Divinity enfolding me
a whisper cuts through
the turbulent noise
in my heart

"this child's name is Grace
a sign of the grace I will show you
grace that you've never been able to grasp before"

i rest


Ben Power said...


but =)

hatingclutter said...

I was comforted the other day by Psalm 40;1-3, 17. It seems to parallel your thoughts. "I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, an set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD. But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me; thou art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God.